Faithless man, my age was my undoing.

These grey hairs and wrinkles could not charm.

When youth with its fresh face came wooing
You jilted wilted age without a qualm.

I thought that wisdom would accrue with age,
And yet men over fifty act like boys
When youth and beauty boldly strut the stage,
Although to youth you ancients are but toys.

She laughs behind your back, you foolish man,
And flirts to feed your greedy vanity,
Planning to take all your wealth she can,
And leave you in emotional poverty.

At heart she fancies youth and beauty too.

Your money’s all she really sees in you.